Staying hydrated

 One of my students from last year barreled into me for a hug, hitting her head against my port.  It hurt.  So much.  For about an hour.

I didn't cry. (Even though I wanted to.)

I went to my "chemo class" appointment.  They handed me a whole sheaf of papers and it was over an hour hearing all about everything.

At one point I said, "This sounds like a lot of fun..."

The nurse said, "We want to tell you about everything, but hopefully you won't need all this information.  It is just in case."

Here's hoping.  She showed me the treatment room with the chairs and IV and all.  It was super overwhelming.

I didn't cry. (Even though I wanted to.)

I talked to Marianne and then went on a walk with Kim.  She is very kind about my pace and my shortening of our route.  She is also just very kind in general.  She is the primary president and I told her how I was feeling about being primary chorister.  I said, "I want to do my best.  I want to be a person who you can count on."  I learned at chemo class that the worst of the nausea will be on Sunday since I'm having chemo on Thursday and Friday.

She said, "Heavenly Father knows you have cancer.  This is His plan.    He is in charge and we will make it work."

That time I did cry a little as the truth of her words sunk in.

I am blessed to have such good people in my life.